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Hello puppies and piglets.
Today me and Lady Red Lips made up a new application for anyone interested in subjecting themselves to our scrutiny on cam. We'll be doing the sessions together, which means double the trouble and double the fun. ; )
Interested? Let me know via email (mistressmisty90@gmail.com) and I'll send you an application.
I look forward to teasing your dick and melting your mind with my feet. Or perhaps laughing and giggling whilst you worship me and spoil me with trinkets.
Really, it's up to you how I will go about improving your blechy, boring life.
XO~*♥

Just a lil' afternoon refresher!

(Southern belle accent) I DO declare, these are some of the BEST mojitos I've evah had! Lady R. L. whipped these babies up in mere MINUTES. And they really are fucking deeeelicious ♥

THE RETURN OF ~MISS MISTY~ (+ *B*O*N*U*S* STORY)

At long last, I have finally returned! I know you guys are probably dying for another story, so it's lucky for you that I found myself stoned and with some time to myself one evening. Lady R. L. was sleeping and we were still internetless. That's when inspiration struck. So, after doing a couple more bong rips and scribbling out a rough outline, I got down to business and banged out a story. And here is that story... probably my best work yet, if I do say so myself. Enjoy this bold piece of art I like to call... well, I can't really think of a name off the top of my head, so it shall remain untitled... for now!
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"You got the munchies, Scoob?"
"Ruh-huh."
Scooby and Shaggy strolled out of the convenience store's doors and through it's gravel parking lot. They had a stakeout set up at a nearby lake to see if the SPRINGHILL SPOOK showed up. Shaggy and Scooby had volunteered to go on a snack run for the gang. They rolled a big, fat joint and took a walk down the darkening paths through the wood, coming upon a little convenience store meant for a nearby campground. There they filled a couple plastic bags full of snacks, and were feelin' pretty damn stoned to boot.
The walk back was a bit more difficult, as night had finally fully fallen. They were both relieved to see the Mystery Machine parked in amongst some bushes and shrubs, glinting faintly in the moonlight.
"Zoinks Scoob, like, back there in the woods I kept thinking that I heard footsteps right behind us! I couldn't tell if it was because I'm like, TOTALLY baked, or if it was the Springhill Spook! And I didn't wanna freak YOU out too, so I couldn't say anything! Man, that was, like, the FREAKIEST 20 minutes of my life, man!"
"Rehehehe! Ri'm really raked, Raggy!"
"Like, me too, maaan."
They stumbled through some bushes and up to the van. Flinging the back doors wide open, Shaggy stage whispered "heeeey, guys, like, I brought us some snackage!" Or, at least he would have if he hadn't of been greeted with the sight of Daphne and Velma using fred as a footstool while they smoked a joint.
fred snapped his head up from Scooby's water bowl, which he had been lapping water out of just seconds ago. The girls looked disinterestedly towards Shaggy and Scooby. "Woah, that was fast. Where the hell did you find snacks out here in the middle of nowhere?"
Shaggy was still staring at fred, who was staring right back at him. Upon further inspection, fred was wearing Scooby's collar, too.
"Did we tell you to stop? Keep drinking." Daphne snapped.
"And I don't want a drop of water left in that bowl when you're done, either." Velma added
fred bowed his head in submission, "yes, i'm sorry, Mistresses" and continued lapping.
"Oh yeah, we finished all your weed, Shag. Sorry. You're going to have to go out and buy us some more, I guess." To illustrate her point, Velma took a huge puff from the joint and blew it in his face.
"And we might have eaten all the Scooby Snacks, too. We had major munchies and couldn't wait for you to come back with the snacks. We made fred eat one first to see if they were for humans. I mean, they are SCOOBY Snacks, right? But you eat them all the time, Shaggy. But you also seem like the kind of guy who would probably eat treats meant for dogs, so we weren't really sure. Lucky for little freddy, they're just cookies." Daphne rambled absentmindedly. She brushed some crumbs from her dress and gazed around the room in a baked daze.
"Yeah, and they're pretty good, too!" fred chimed in.
"Hey, no speaking." Daphne snapped back to attention and pushed fred's head down into the dog bowl with her foot, soaking his hair.
Velma laughed lazily, "Bahahaha, do you realize how long it took him to do his hair this evening? Sooo long! Thank Daphne for doing that for you, freddy." She took another puff from the joint and exhaled an impressive lungful, clouding up the back of the Mystery Machine.
"Thank you, Mistress." fred murmured.
Scooby finally gathered his jaw from the floor. "Roly rhit."
"Like, you said it, Scoob!" Shaggy leaned down to Scooby's ear and whispered, "Like, the weirdest part is, I find this, like, totally hot, man! Like, am I crazy? What about you?"
"Rell, Rhaggy, ri rink-" Scooby broke off mid sentence and stared over Shaggy's shoulder at the rotten, fishy face that had suddenly appeared there. "ROLY RHIT! RHAGGY, RIT'S RUH RINGRILL ROOK!!"
"Z-z-zOINKS! SCOOB LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!" Their feet failed to find purchase on the ground, and they ran in place for a few moments before finally rocketing through the bushes. The Springhill Spook gave chase after them, roaring and swiping at them with his cold, fishy hands.
After spending some time being chased around through the woods by the half man, half fish-monster, Shaggy and Scooby finally circled back around to the Mystery Machine. "Like, I'm waaaay to baked for this, man!" Shaggy said to Scoob as he banged on the side of the van.
Velma stuck her head out of the back of the van, "What the hell is going on out he- AAAAHHHHHH!!! JINKIES, IT'S THE SPRINGHILL SPOOK!"
The ghoulish looking fiend stuck his green, slimy fish hands out in front of him and slowly advanced upon Velma. "OOooOOoooO! OOoooOOOOOO!!! OooOoOOOO-" the figure halted when it saw inside the van. "Woah, hold on a sec... you're asking ME what the hell is going on? What the hell are YOU guys doing?" said a muffled voice that came out from the monster's face.
Daphne was standing frozen, staring out of the back of the van at the monster. One foot was steadily balanced on fred's chest, and the other was just about to descend upon the side of his face. fred was in nothing but his ascot and he was adorned with an impressive number of bruises all over his body.
"Woaaah. Heh heh! Shit, man. That's pretty crazy." said the guy in the cheap fish face mask. He pointed some green, rubber glove-clad finger guns at the girls. "What are you chicks doin' later?"
Daphne rolled her eyes. "Ugh, gross." She then slowly put her foot down upon fred's face, teasingly massaging and squishing his cheek with her toes. "Don't look at me, you know the rules. Look at the loser in the monster mask. That's right... Good boy." She crumbled a Scooby Snack in her fist and rained the crumbs down on his face, causing him to flinch and sputter "Ouch, Daph- er, I mean, Mistress! There are crumbs in my- ah, in my eyes!!" which only caused her to drop more crumbs onto his face.
"Heh, heh." Velma chuckled as she sparked another joint that she had fished out of her turtleneck. "You're such a weenie, fred."

Story Time - Part II

I'm sitting at my vanity when I hear the front door unlock with a clumsy sounding click. I look at my phone. 8:31 pm. It must be Little Red. She's eerily punctual, as per usual.
A cheery, bright voice calls down the hallway. "Hello? Misty? Anyone home?"
"Just in here! Oh, and while you're out there, pour two glasses of wine for us, would you? The wine's chilling in the fridge. You should be able to find a corkscrew in the drawer."
"Will do!"
I turn back to the mirror and listen to her make herself at home in the kitchen. She struggles a bit with removing the cork, from the sounds of it. I run my fingers along my brows and rub my lips together to smooth out the dark red lipstick (a gift from Little Red herself). I fluff out my hair, being careful not to fuck up the dark brown curls.
"Wine. Just as The Mistress commanded."
Little Red was sneaky. I didn't hear her come down the hall. She was standing in the doorway to my bedroom with a little silver serving tray carrying wine glasses and the half empty bottle of wine. She had a cute little smirk on her face. "Permission to enter, m'lady?"
"Ooo, service with a smile. Get in here, you."
She expertly delivered the tray to me and set down a full wine glass onto the vanity. "Looks like all those years of waitressing are paying off. Didn't spill a drop."
"Lucky for you... if you had of spilled any of it I might have had to give you a little punishment."
"Oh, no! I wouldn't want that!" She gave me another one of her half smiles and set down the tray on a nearby side table, but not before taking her own (very full) glass of wine. She settles down on the floor by my feet and gazes up at me. "So, what's on the agenda tonight? A hot date?"
"For your information, yeah, that's exactly what's up. The same guy from last week. Said he'd take me out for drinks."
"I hope you accidentally get hammered."
"What do you mean... accidentally? That's exactly what my plan is. I mean... he's paying, so may as well, right?"
She laughs and takes a healthy sip of her wine. "What time is the date, then? When will you be kicking me out?" She puts on a mock pout.
"Not for a while yet. Besides, I may go a little late. Make him wait. Give him time to get excited." I start to add some blush to my cheekbones. I take a healthy sized swallow from my glass. I leave behind a red lipstick print on the glass.
"You're bad."
"Mmm. You know it." I take the cover off my lipstick and add another layer.
"Your legs look ridiculously soft. Can I... touch them?" I nod. She lightly glides her fingers up my shinbones. "How.. how is this even possible. What do you use?"
"Oh, you know... razors... gel..." I'm distracted. I can't find my mascara. I shuffle some bottles and boxes around the vanity, looking for it. "Shit... where's my mascara?"
"There. Behind your perfume bottle."
"Thanks, Little Red. What would I do without you?" I wink at her teasingly and run my fingers through her hair, mussing it up.
She lets out a little laugh, but her fair skin gives her away as she blushes.
"You're actually blushing!"
She laughs out loud "I'm not! I'm not! It's just... hot in here."
"You should go open the window."
She stands up and slowly walks over to the window. I take the opportunity to check her out. It looks like she dressed up a bit for me tonight in a cute little sundress. Her red hair is tousled, just like she woke up from a nap. She has the most perfect, fair skin I've ever seen that's dotted liberally with freckles (and let me tell you a little secret, those little freckles are everywhere.) She has green eyes and a cute little nose. She's just so goddamn cute. And what's worse, she knows it and uses it to her every advantage. When she bends over to open the window and I swear she sticks her ass out a little more than necessary. Pfff. That Little Red. What a little scamp.
I take another gulp from my drink and get up from the vanity. I walk over to her and say, "you know... I don't have to go on that date for a little while yet..."
"Can we play? Just a little? Pleasepleasepleaseplease?" Her energy is infectious and I playfully grab hold of her wrists. "Are you sure?" I say jokingly. "We don't have to if you don't want to..." I lean in and lightly bite her earlobe. She lets out a surprised squeal.
"Get your ass on that bed, girl!" I command.
She turns on a dime and sashays over to the bed. She takes the hem of her dress in her hands, and in one fluid movement, she pulls it up and over her head and lets it flutter to the floor. I walk over to my bedside table and pull two long silver silk scarves out of the top drawer.
"Awww, yeah. The scarves!" She's on the bed and she's wearing only a white lace bra and a pair of Brazillian panties.
I slowly untie my robe and let it fall to the floor. "Just two girls hanging out in their underwear! Should we go full blown cliché and hit each other with pillows?" She laughs and reaches to grab a pillow with a wicked smile.
"Ah, ah! Don't you dare, my hair will get all fucked up." I laugh and take my scarves and twirl them around in the air. "You ready for these babies?"
"Let's do this."
I climb on the bed and straddle her. I slowly run my hands up her forearms, raising goosebumps. I wrap the silk around her wrists and tie them to the headboard. There she lays, my Little Red, hands bound and all mine. "What are you going to do with me now? I'm at your mercy."
I trail my finger down to her navel, then spread my hands out over her stomach. I then slowly slide them down to her sides, her hips. I slide one finger under the waistband of her underwear, and lightly tug them down. Little Red twitches slightly and giggles. I slide another finger down the other side, and tug them down a little bit more. "Ohhhh my god." Little Red can't stop laughing. "I'm dyyyying right now."
I put on my best Domme face and speak in a British accent, "Silence. I forbid you from laughing."
She catches on right away. "Yes, Mistress. I beg of  you to forgive me for my... my... insolence."
"I think I may go ahead and punish you, just to teach you a lesson." I lean over to my bedside table, and open a drawer and shuffle my hand around until I find it: my telescopic tickler.
"Nooooo!" She drops the act. "No no no no, Misty, nooo! Anything but the tickler." She is half joking and half serious.
Now it's my turn to grin wickedly. "Let's see..." I slowly pull the tickler until it extends to it's full length with a snap. I twirl it around like a baton, drawing it out, teasing her. "Where to begin?"
"Miiiiiisty! Ahahahaha no- nooooo. Nonono!" She wiggles around, but her hands are tied to the bedpost so she can't get far. "Oh my god, you are awful. You are the worst!" I lightly run it up her stomach, and across her tits, right above the cups of her bra where the skin begins. Half tortured, half loving it, she giggles low in her throat. I get up on my knees and inch down her body so I can trail the tickler down the inside of her freckle-y thighs. Her legs aren't bound, so when she twitches, she bends her knees.
"Ah, ah, legs down! You have to pretend like they are tied."
She closes her eyes and bites her lip. She murmurs "Oh my god..." when I lightly sweep the feathered tickler up her thighs, up her stomach to up in-between her breasts, right where the bra clasps. I reach forward and take my hand and cup her bra, running my pinky underneath the underwire. She sighs, eyes still closed. I dust the tickler down her most sensitive area, her ribs. She's trying to fight her twitches and wiggles, but she's losing the battle. I take my thumb, and with my hand still cupped to her bra, run it over the clasp of her bra. She wants the bra off. I want the bra off. Everyone wants that bra off. So I take my hand and with an expert flick of my fingers, pop it open.
"God, finally. I never thought you would get around to it." Little Red opens her eyes only to wink one at me.
I put down the tickler so I'll have both hands free to play. "Hey now, don't make me get out the ball gag."

Story Time

I wrote this in a message to a fellow Collarme user Dogsoup (who I have been trading little stories like this back and forth), and I liked it so much that I decided to share it here on my blog. I enjoy writing these little fantasies and I'll probably keep writing them as the mood strikes me so keep yer eyes PEELED FOR MORE.
xo,
Miss Misty ♥

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I knock softly on the door. "Are you ready for me in there?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I open the bedroom door and see him standing naked in the middle of the room, facing the door, hands down by his sides. Just as instructed. I smile warmly. Seeing him already rock hard and ready to go just by the thought and sight of me alone makes me feel like a hot, sexy bitch. And I love feeling like a hot, sexy bitch.
I walk over to him and put my hand on the back of his neck and squeeze. "Are you ready, baby?" He inhales deeply. A calming breath which he exhales as a gust of air. "Y-yes, Mistress. I've been ready all day." He shivers as I trail my nails down the bones of his spine.
"That's what I like to hear. New, sit on the edge of the bed and watch me get ready."
He perches on the edge of the bed like a good little boy and watches me walk to the wardrobe. His cock does that cute little wiggle as it gets harder and harder.
I take my time. I want him to sweat. I open the doors and stand with my hand on my jutted out hip, contemplating how I want him to suffer tonight. I could go with the flogger... but no, that's how we played last night. Should I use my new heavy duty chrome-plated cuffs? No... I want to save those for a special occasion. My eyes then land on the soft, worn leather harness hanging to my left. Oh, yes. Suddenly I know that's what I've been craving.
I take down the harness and run the leather through my open palm, then pull it tight and taut, causing it to snap. I feel like a 1950's era school teacher and I'm loving every second of it. I take that feeling and I run with it. I turn around and smirk at him. "Well, you know what they say... spare the rod, spoil the child." He lets out an airy little laugh, then catches himself. "Surely you aren't going to whip me with that, are you?"
"No, no, of course not. I'm going to fuck you with it."
I step into the harness and belt it on snugly. I do a little dance to make sure it's fitted properly and comfortably before turning back to the wardrobe and opening the drawer specifically for dildos. I pick up my tried and true favourite: a light purple dildo of substantial, yet comfortable, size. I choose a bottle of lube and shut the wardrobe doors with a sharp bang. I walk over and attach the dildo to the harness. After some adjusting, it fits snugly right over my pelvis, pushing slightly into my clit.
"You want this? Hmm? Are you ready to be my little girl tonight?" I rub my thumb over the tip and stand in front of him so the dildo is right in front of his face. "I want you to suck it for me."
"Anything for you, Mist-" The rest of the sentence gets forgotten as I shove my purple cock into his mouth. He instantly starts tonguing the tip, then he hungrily swallows as much as he can. I can't help but giggle as I watch him. Enthusiasm is everything.
After I get my fill of watching him suck my prosthetic dick, I tell him to get into position. Hands and knees on the bed, cute little ass presented and ready. I liberally squirt lube all over my dildo, then rub some down the crack of his ass. He lets out a little yelp. "Ahh, that's a bit cold, Miss!" I laugh low in my throat but don't say anything.
I play with him for a bit, circling the tip around his opening until he is ready and begging for it. I slip the tip in slowly. He inhales sharply, but doesn't say stop. I take this as permission to run the full length of the shaft down into his body. A low, guttural moan comes from him but he says nothing. I then start getting into a rhythm, fucking him slow but steady. I put my hands on his hips and then proceed to fuck him like a fuckin' barbarian. The base of the dildo is rubbing my clit with every thrust. I bite my lip and reach around and grab his rock hard cock and squeeze. That proves to be too much for him and he squeaks out "Ah- ah! Mistress, am I allowed to cum? Please... Please... I beg of you. Please let me cum!"
"You know the rules. You don't cum until I do." I lean forward and bite his back then let go of his cock. I slowly withdraw myself from him and shove him to the bed. I unhook my harness and throw it to the ground. I roll him over and he moans as his cute pink cock rubs up against the sheets. I can practically see it throbbing with the need to cum. I untie the sides of my panties and toss them over my shoulder.
"I'm going to sit on your face and you are going to lick me and please me until I come. Understood?" He doesn't answer because I am already sitting on his face. He immediately gets down to business, just like the good little sub that he is.